forum Demons and Death (small group? closed) [stalkers welcome]

Started October 11, 2021 by @CaseyJ group

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(Sorry for taking so long)

Name: Yahl’Mey
Nicknames: Mistress of Madness (a nickname she gave to herself), Mayflower (she hates this one), May
Age: 27 years
Gender/Pronouns: Female (she/her)
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: 5’7”, green eyes, short black hair that she often keeps in a small bun. Usually wears black dresses and sandals. She has broad shoulders/hips, and curvaceous hourglass figure.

(Pic from Heroforge)

Personality: Dark, cruel, and brooding. Unsociable. She likes gothic styles. She’s obsessed with anything magic and paranormal. Her favorite color is red. She loves crows.
Powers, if any: Can speak to and understand crows. Conjurer/Summoner. Can look into a fire and see breif glimpses of the future. Can cast curses that often come true.
Likes: Goths, witchcraft, darkness
Dislikes: People, being sociable
Background: Ordinary childhood. When she was a teen, a fire destroyed her home and killed her family, and she swears she saw something in the fire, but she’s never known what. Since then, she has researched magic and otherworldly beings, in order to find out what it could’ve been. After a while, she stopped caring about finding the murderer of her family, and embraced all things dark.
Other: Has a cauldron that she uses to cooks and brew potions in. Has a large ritual dagger. Has a voodoo doll for every person she has ever met.

Devon was in yet another library, looking for Albethore's book. He was simply the host of the demon, but, over the years, had grown quite tired of it.
He picked up a book, 'NOT THAT ONE!' he dropped it with a loud thud. He mentally scowlded the demon as he picked up the book, "how do you expect me to find it, if you don't let me look?"
'It can't be hard to find! it has to be here!'
Devon sighed, as he figured, some random person probably had it, and would use it to summon Albethore, which he didn't exactly know what would happen to him, after all as powerful as Albethore was, he couldn't hold a physical form without his book.

Mist was in her hut in the dark, forested mountains near the village she goes to for supplies. "Hey, Invictus," she shouts. "Where did you put the wolfsbane?"

Invictus looks up from her project, startled. "It's in the bottom shelf of the cabinet on the left of the fireplace. Wolfsbane keeps better near a source of heat." she replied. She was working on a book of summoning, binding and banishing spells, compiling all of her knowledge in a single book to help Mist.

Mist looks, and finds it exactly where Invictus said it would be. "Thanks. I'd been meaning to move that there."

"I know," Invictus says with a smile. "After all, I am in your head."

In the library in which Devon searched for the book, the shadows disappeared. They retreated to the corners, and then floated over to the center of the hall. FInally, they assembled into one large shape. Kalos. And in his hand… Albethore's book. At first, he didn't notice Devon, and just silently gazed downwards. He then looked up. "Who are you?"

Devon blinked, in the second he did his eyes went from brown with a red tint to a glowing red, "Give me my book!" his voice was disoriented. Albethore was trying to take control, and Devon was fighting back, causing the body to stall and freeze.

"Your book…? Curious. I'm not sure I understand." Kalos remained emotionless. "Mortal, giving you this book would give you death. Now bother me no longer lest my mercy falls short."

Yalh’Mey busied herself with brewing once again. She loved wasting time like this. Her days were wide open almost always, so what better way to pass the time?

She lived on the outskirts of the village Mist and Invictus were near and few people dared bother her. She was the town outcast, hated but unable to be removed. Like Yahl’Mey cared.

A caw sounded outside her window and she looked to see a crow staring at her. Yahl’Mey smiled and the crow greeted her.

“Hello to you too,”she greeted back.

The crow excitedly flew off and Yahl’Mey returned to her brewing.

Devon's form glitched from his to Albethores as the demon's anger rose, "Albethore is no mortal! Give me my book you weakling!". Devon coughed and fell to his knees, "That's your book? how many times did I suggest someone else had it".
Albethore's voice hissed, "Host, do not question me"
Devon, still on his knees looked at the being in front of him, "that, uh sir? is my demon, that I am the host of,'s book, if you could kindly return it- that would be great".

"You mean Albethore is your demon?" For once, Kalos looked surprised. "That makes this… easier." He took a breath. "I am Kalos, another demon. I don't have, nor do I need, a host, so this is what my true form is. I have been searching for Albethore for a long time now." Kalos smiled. "A demon that can heal is an interesting entity."

"he is a demon made to torture the living- so uh eternal torture doesn't work if everyone keeps dying…'least that is how he explains it…he isn't the smartes- OW!" He grabbed his head as Albethore had given him a major headache suddenly. "DO not insult ALbethore host!" Albethore said out loud, speaking in third person as he did when he got angry.

"That… is certainly a way to look at it." Kalos turned around, facing the wall of shadows he had made. "It was a pleasure… But I must leave. Goodbye."

"Wait!" He called out, standing up and reaching towards the other demon.

Kalos turned around. "Hmm…?" He raised his eyebrows.

"where are you going with our book?" he asked, worried.

Invictus senses a sudden surge in demonic energy now that she's paying attention to the world. "What is going on?" she mutters to herself, worried that another demon might discover her here, but also determined to find the source of the disturbance.

"Hey Mist," she says. "I'm sensing some pretty strong demons in this world. Want to go check it out?"

"Sure, Invictus. Give me a second to get my stuff, and I'll be good to go!" Mist says brightly, flashing Invictus a smile that says, Try and stop me from getting my stuff. I dare you.

Invictus pauses, then smiles. Sometimes, it's a real pain having someone stuck in your head, she thinks.

(okay your fine. im kinda dealing with some emotional stuff now… so ill probably opt out of this roleplay for now until i get into a better headspace. im sorry guys i really am but i just cant right now.)

(that is completly fine! I hope you work everything out and feel better. I know life can be challenging, best of luck!)

(I'm better now, not my best, but still. At least I don't have to kill my characters here, like I did to Nyx [long-short story])

(well glad you are doing better!)